Journal #17

It was a normal July day in the store, a excitement filled day wondering if finally it was your turn to be picked. Your obligation as a piñata is simple, you get bought, stuffed with candy, and beaten till you fall apart for all of the candy to be scattered onto the ground for the little children to grab. Finally, my day came. His name was Ahmad, he was a Muslim boy who was awaiting his parents arrival to tell them I was what he wanted. My day as being beat down off a tree has come, and I was excited! The life of a piñata was pretty lame. Until the day came and you were beaten to death by the joyesness and laughter of children. You knew when it was all overs when you felt your candy guys spill out onto the ground for the little vulture children to skirmish over to get some candy. It was all the dream of a piñata to live this very moment down